High’s the Limit

A New Downtown Deal-Closery Cometh

Lunch is for wimps. Unless candied spare ribs and exorbitant amounts of rye are involved.

Then, lunch is at Society on High, your new power-lunching spirit animal in the form of a slightly
Frenchified, fully sexy bistro in the Financial District. It’s soft-open right now.

Picture Sorriso and Les Zygomates. Splendid. Well, the same team has just given you this place—barn wood
floors. Eighteen-foot ceilings. Handmade
copper-top tables surrounded by plush leather booths. It’s a real “sign on the dotted line” spot,
this one.

Make a play for a seat at the marble bar first. Size each other up over Hemingway Daiquiris and
New Bedford Style Fisherman Stew (the chef shops at the pier every morning). Great.
Now then... time to graduate from small talk.

Time to settle into a booth for some cloak-and-dagger merger-speak. Or not. It wouldn’t kill you to just
enjoy each other’s company, you know. Get lost in steak sandwiches and bourbon and each other (or... maybe
just that other stuff).

Oh, and keep an eye out. They’ll be putting that huge patio out there to good use once the permits come
in.